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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
JFA,
Flipper,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.