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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.