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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.