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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.