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 Israel 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.