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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.