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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.