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 Mauritania 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.