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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.