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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.