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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.