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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.