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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Q65,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.