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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.