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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.