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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Q65,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.