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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.