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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.