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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.