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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.