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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.