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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.