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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.