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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.