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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.