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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.