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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.