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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.