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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.