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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Can,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.