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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Magma,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.