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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.