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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.