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 Tajikistan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.