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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.