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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.