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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
MDC,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.