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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.