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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
the Association,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.