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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.