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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.