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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The Saints,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.