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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
X-102,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.