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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Wings,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.