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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.