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 Guinea and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.