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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.