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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 CMW to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.