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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.