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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.