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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.