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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.