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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.