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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Liliput,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.