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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.