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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.