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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.