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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.