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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.