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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.