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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Crime,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.