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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.