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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Section 25,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.