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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.