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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Can,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Ituana,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.