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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Scion,
Darondo,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.