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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.