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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.