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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.