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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.