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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Japan,
Monks,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.