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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.