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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Nico,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.