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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s 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 Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.