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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.