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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Smog,
The Cure,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.