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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.