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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.