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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.