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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
MC5,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.