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 Belarus 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Names,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.