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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.