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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Pole,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.