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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.