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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.