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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.