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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.