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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.