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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Tremeloes,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.