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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.