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 United States 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.