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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.