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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.