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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.