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 Turkey and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.