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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.