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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.