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 Sweden 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.