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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.