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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
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 Gang Starr 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?
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Fear,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
X-102,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.