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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.