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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.