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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.