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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.