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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.