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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Rakim,
AZ,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.