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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.