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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.