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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
10cc,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.