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 India 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.