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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.