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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.