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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.