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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.