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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.