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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.