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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.