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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
PIL,
Model 500,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.