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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.