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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.