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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.