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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the crunk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Wire,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.