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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.