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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.