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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.