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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Moebius,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.