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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.