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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.