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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.