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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.