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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Qualms,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.