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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.