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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.