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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.