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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.