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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.