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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.