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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.