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 Albania 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.