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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.