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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.