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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Lyres,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.