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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.