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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.