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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Can,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.