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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.