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 Romania and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.