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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Can,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.