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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.