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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.