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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.