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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.