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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Slave,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.