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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Brick,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.