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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.