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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Index,
New Order,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Scion,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.