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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.