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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
JFA,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.