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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.