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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.