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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.