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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.