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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.