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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.