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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.