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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 Taipei and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.