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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.