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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Qualms,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.