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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.