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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.