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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.