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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
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De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.