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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Cameo,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.