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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.