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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.