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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.