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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Wings,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.