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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the funk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.