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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.