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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.