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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.