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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.