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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.