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 India and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.