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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.