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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.