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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.