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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Wire,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.