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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.