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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.