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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.