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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.