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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.