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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.