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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Index,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.