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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.