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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.