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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.