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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Index,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.