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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.