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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.