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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.