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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.