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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.