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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.