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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.