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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
X-102,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Smog,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.