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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.