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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.