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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.