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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.