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 Serbia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
JFA,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.