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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.