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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.