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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Slits,
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Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.