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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Scion,
10cc,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.