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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.