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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.