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 United States and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 mellotron 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Roxette,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.