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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
the Human League,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.