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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.