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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.