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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.