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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Mars,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.