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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
DNA,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.