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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Cluster,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.