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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.