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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.