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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.