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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.