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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.