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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.