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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Index,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.