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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Technova,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.