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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.