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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.