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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.