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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.