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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.