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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.