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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
June Days,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.