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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.