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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Nico,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.