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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.