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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
X-102,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.