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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.