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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.