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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.