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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.