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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pretty Things to the rap 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.