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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.