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 India and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.