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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.