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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.