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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.