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 Belgium and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.