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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.