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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.