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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.