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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.