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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.