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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.