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 Niger and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.