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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.