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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Can,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.