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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.