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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.