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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.