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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.