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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.