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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.