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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Monks,
Urselle,
Wings,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.