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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.