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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.