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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Sound,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.