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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.