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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.