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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.