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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.