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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.