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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.