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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.