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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.