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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
UT,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.