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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.