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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
JFA,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.