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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.