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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.