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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.