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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.