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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.