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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.