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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.