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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
June of 44,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.