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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.