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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.