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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.