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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.