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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.