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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.