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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.