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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.