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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.