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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.