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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.