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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.