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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.