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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.