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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Visage,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.