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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.