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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.