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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.