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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.