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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Swans,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.