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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.