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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.