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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.