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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.