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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.