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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.