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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.