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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.