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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Wings,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.