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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.