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 Gambia and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Barracudas to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.