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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.