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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.