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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.