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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.