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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.