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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
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.