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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
X-102,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.