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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.