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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.