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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Franke,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.