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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.