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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.