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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.