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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
Visage,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.