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 the UAE 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Organ,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.