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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.