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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.