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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.