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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Make Up,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.