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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.