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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.