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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
New Order,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.