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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.