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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
MDC,
the Association,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.