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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Shoche,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.