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 France and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Technova,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.