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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.