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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Television,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.