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 Chile 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.