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 China and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.