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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.