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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.