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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Technova,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.