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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.