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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
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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.