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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.