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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.