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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
JFA,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.