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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.