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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Index 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 grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Index,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.