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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Names,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.