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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.