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 Ghana and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.