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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.