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 Malawi 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.