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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.