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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Cybotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.