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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.