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 Japan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.