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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.