Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.