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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Television,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.