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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Saints,
the Association,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston 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.