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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
X-102,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.