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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.