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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
MDC,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.