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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.