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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.