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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.