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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.