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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.