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 France and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.