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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Unwound 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Names,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Cameo,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.