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 Suriname and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.