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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.