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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.