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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.