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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.