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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.