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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.