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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.