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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.