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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.