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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.