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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.