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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.