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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.