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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.