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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.