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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.