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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.