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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.