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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.