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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 a-ha to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.