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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
DNA,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.