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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.