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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.