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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.