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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.