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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.