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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.