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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.