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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.