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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.