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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.