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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Urselle,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Slave,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.