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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monks 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.