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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.