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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.