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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.