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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
New Order,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.