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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.