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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.