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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
ABC,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.