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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.