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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Trojans,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.