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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.