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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.