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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Yellowson 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.