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 Belize and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.