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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.