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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Television,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.