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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
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.