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 China and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Mandrill 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.