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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.