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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gap Band to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.