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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.