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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.