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 Qatar 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.