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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.