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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.