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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.