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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.