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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.