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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.