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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.