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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.