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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.