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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Faust,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.