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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Moebius,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.