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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.