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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.