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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
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.