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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.