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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.