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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
CMW,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.