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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.