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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.