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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
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.