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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.