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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.