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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.