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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.