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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.