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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Fall,
CMW,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.