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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Names,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.