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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.