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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.