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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.