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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Standells 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Pole,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.