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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.