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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.