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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.