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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.