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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.