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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 organ 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.