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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.