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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.