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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.