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 Spain 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.