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 Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.