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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.