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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
UT,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.