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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.