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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.