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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.