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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.