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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.