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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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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.