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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.