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 Oman and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.