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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.