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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.