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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.