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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.