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 Libya and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.