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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.