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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
JFA,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.