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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Zapp,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.