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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.