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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Technova,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.