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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.