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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.