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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.