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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Moebius to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.