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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.