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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.